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  1. Color Of The Earth

    Color of The Earth-Frances Ayers

    Beautiful color of the Earth,that I do love.
    You strike my senses and fill my soul with glee.
    Your vibrant hues fill the lovely sky above,
    And bring out the autumn color of the trees.

    Your pumpkin hues and copper shades fill the fields.
    Deserts bright and Midwest skies stun our sight.
    With glorius light that brightens and yields.
    You warm me with your healing touch so bright.

    Yet your fire
    Tags: earth
  2. Thirty Winters Ago

    Thirty Winters Ago

    It’s been thirty years since we laid you to rest on a winter day
    The Ground covered with snow,forming a blanket where you’d lay

    Wind rustling through trees,calling out your name as If In prayer
    Mother you died so young!,I thought holding back a tear.

    We chose a concrete vault to keep you safe from the cold
    As we bowed our heads in prayer,It was your story that we told

    Someone who suffered since youth,from pain
    Tags: remembrance
  3. Unseen Presence

    Unseen Presence-by Frances Ayers

    When life becomes hurried and choices are unclear,
    there is an unseen Presence who will surely get us there.

    We may not reach our destiny,at our chosen time
    but there is someone wiser whose help we’ll always find.

    He’ll give us hope to find our path,a light to guide the way.
    His Strength will pull us up the hill and help us see the day.

    He knows the road is rough,he’s been there long before.
    Tags: faith
  4. As Ol As The Sea

    As Old As The Sea

    Deep and mysterious
    With an endless roar
    Lies the ancient sea
    With its’ mystical lore

    What creatures you hold
    You harbor such secrets
    Rich stories you’ve told

    Both complex and moody
    In storm or breeze
    Showing a Clear blue face
    Man sails across with ease

    Deep within its depths
    Lay cradle and grave
    A final resting place ...
    Tags: sea
  5. A Patient Time

    A Patient Time

    A time for waiting,a hibernation
    Before we follow through on dreams
    Careful planning,with determination
    Putting away halfed baked schemes

    No day or night is ever wasted
    Patience builds slowly day by day
    The fruit of forbearance is soon tasted
    Sweet as honey where we lay

    Suddenly we are engaged in life
    Our souls’desire reaches out
    And wraps its lasso around the moment
    Discarding all our ...
    Tags: patience
  6. Why


    Empty dark eyes
    Staring into space
    Feeling devoid of purpose,
    Have you embraced the grave?
    Are you ready to leave behind ,
    All that you love?
    To give up your soul
    For an unknown place
    Without thought of the cost,
    To those left behind.
    Who will pick up the pieces
    Of a shattered life?
    Is one fateful moment worth
    All the pain?
    You have passed on to the living,
    On one tragic day.
    Tags: grief
  7. Fallen Earring pt two

    Carefully locking the deadbolt behind him, Roger left the house, shaking his head at the state of his siding. Once it had been royal blue, but time and weather had reduced it to bluish gray. “I’ll have to get that taken care of,” he said. “Maybe the new album will get some money coming in.”
    He unlocked the car, a twelve-year-old Nova in babyshit green, and stowed his guitar in the back seat. The vintage V8 roared into life as he turned the key, without depressing the gas pedal. ...
  8. Fallen Earring

    Fallen Earring
    A novel by Duane Pesice
    updates posted weekly
    last update 05/04/2010

    As in the old saw about the kingdom and the nail, things often depend on chains of circumstance. The more tenuous the link, the more tangential the connection, the more likely that something interesting can happen. Often the smallest event, the tiniest detail, can cause the largest change as
  9. Erotic Fantasy On A City Bus

    Erotic Fantasy On A City Bus

    Vacous eyes staring across the way
    Becoming lost in my fantasies and lust
    Dreaming up scenarios to escape the day
    Escaping boredom on this city bus
    I focus on him slithering in his chair
    Feeling a desire and longing to touch
    Avoiding his glance,he is unaware
    of how I desire him,so very much
    Suddenly,the bus comes to a halt.
    Seemingly occupied,I miss my street
    I sprint to the exit,It's all my fault. ...
  10. She Wears a Flower in her Hair

    Rosie Cahill is a crazy old bat, with swollen man hands and a flower in her hair.
    She says that she's an artist, a dressmaker, and she used to be quite pretty.
    She sometimes wears a lot of make up and says she thinks of me when she puts the blue on her lids.
    But hers isn't neat like mine, and she sweats a lot.
    One time I had to give her my mirror and a tissue, because it was streaking down her face and I knew she'd cry if she got home and realised.
    She cries enough ...

    Updated May 3rd, 2010 at 04:39 PM by Like a Fox

  11. Start Your Research Early

    I heard Matt Groening say that he spent his teens watching bad TV and figured when he began writing the Simpsons all that wasted time could then be counted as research.
    I spent my teens reading SF (good and bad) so when it came to writing I assumed I had a head start!
  12. welcome back

    There is no reason to keep my anger anymore.
    It will not fuel me to my final destination.
    I say the calming word of peace and I am taken there.
    No tickets are required, just my emotional serenity.
    I get to arrive at a new place in my life and overcome not paying for my anger with the price of my happiness
  13. Website

    My personal website is deskhermit.com
  14. Paean

    In honor of my lady's birthday yesterday, I humbly submit this further example of what I call verse:


    As I sit...
    Missing you
    As I stand...
    Missing you
    As I lie...
    Lonely again, missing you
    And the scent of vanilla wafts through the air
    I remember:
    The first sight of you
    The first half-shy smile
    Our first embrace
    The feel of you against me
    and the promise of tomorrow ...
    Tags: moderan, poetry
  15. Dinner?

    Quote Originally Posted by KangTheMad View Post
    I decided to make myself the most disgusting sandwich I could make at home without resorting to fast food.

    The Beginning: I decided to take stock of what food we have. Not much, hot dog buns, salami, bacon, cottage cheese and Salt 'n Vinegar potato chips. Screw it, its all going in.

    The End: I cobble everything together and put a toothpick in the center. Why? Because I wanted to.

    The Eating: I stared for several long seconds at this culinary miscarriage.
  16. False Idylls

    Because I'm feelin' brave, here's an example of what I laughingly call poetry. This piece was originally published in a slightly different form in a now-defunct printzine called atmosfearics, way back in 1983.

    False Idylls

    the revolution will be televised
    the revelations will be disseminated by covert action
    read between the lines
    disinformation will be commonplace
    this information will be available for public display
    in keeping with the
    Tags: moderan, poetry
  17. Only Friends

    Quote Originally Posted by Olly Buckle View Post
    My mother was a great correspondent who wrote half a dozen letters most days of her life to people all over the world. Back in the early sixties, before the Lebanon was destroyed by war, she was in touch with a master at a boarding school there run by Quakers (The religious society of friends).

    One night he was on duty and heard a rumpus going on in the dormitory, when he went in he found a boy sitting on his pillow at the top of his bed terrified by a large spider crawling up
  18. Cashies Serenade

    In my office my hiccupping co-worker and I just got serenaded by a man in a purple T-Shirt.
    His eyes were crossed, his jeans were acid-wash, and his tune was half-baked at best.

    He asked first if he could sing to us, which was nice.
    Other times I've been serenaded against my will by shirtless boys and air guitars.
    Today he asked, and I said, "For how long?" He said, "For sixty seconds."
    "Go ahead then."

    He sang ...

    Updated April 30th, 2010 at 07:37 AM by Like a Fox

  19. The Big Dumb Object

    The Big Dumb Object is a science-fictional plot device, as described in the linked wiki entry. Examples would be the Ringworld, Rama, Gaea, or Jack Kirby's Ego, the Living Planet.

    I got to thinking, while driving cross-country and sucking caffeine to stay awake, about big dumb objects. More specifically, I started thinking about the planet Carcosa as a big dumb object. Carcosa is an Ambrose Bierce creation that has ...
    Tags: horror, moderan
  20. how to lose friends and alienate people

    Quote Originally Posted by Galivanting View Post
    make a movie
  21. The Old Green Bitch ( a tribute to the old W.F.)

    Quote Originally Posted by Gumby View Post
    Though she is the servant
    and we are her master,
    cracking your whip
    doesn't make her move faster.

    She's a crabby old Monarch
    doling out favors,
    the more that you beg
    the longer she wavers.

    I've only known her
    just shy of a year
    but, I've grown rather fond
    of the fussy old dear.

    At times she's attentive
    to all that we ask,
    quickly and smoothly
    performing each task.
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